thank you, fellow students of the lovely vivian gaither high school, for spreading the joy and the germs.

on a brighter note, brian kensky and my favorite person came in while i was at work today: the customer formerly known as the alfred sung lady. i would tell people she's my aunt, but there's a bit of a race barier.

not that that stopped me.

you know, it feels like a chelsea morning even though it's 9:05 pm. and for as much as joni mitchell should suck in my eyes, she doesn't; she just doesn't.

are you feeling love-y? locks of love-y? i am. my hair is already well over a foot long, but i want to actually have hair after i chop off the minimum ten inches.

but, according to m-sol, no one would want my hair because of all my split ends. honesty is a virtue.

um. ha.

so tomorrow i'm getting my hair trimmed, and i just might have to stop elsewhere to prepare for the seventeenth anniversary of the birth of the lovely dream park, which is coming up on the fourth. or third. or february pi-rd.

that's most of my day in a nutshell.